If you read this
away lost distant
know these are not words
but a soul
away
distant
lost too
near you
in your dreams of open windows
of free worlds
of absence
of laughing children in the shores
and smell of sand and ocean.
Today
now
touch this sentences
knowthat before writing to you
I was a blank page too
empty
and you come
in white memories
like breathing space
and make prose.
Not enough time has passed
this little poem
will lastuntil you open the door
saying my name
and open the windows of my body
arriving fresh
like wind
at night.
